"I get stuck in a tower, a nice, warm tower! Oh, the horror! And THEN (wait for it) they TEACH me. They provide me with an education to rival a noble's, they teach me how to read and write! What a freak I am, none of my former-peasant-buddies could read or write! And then they give me these disgusting high-quality robes and magical staff, ugh why can't I run around in rags like most other people!? I'm so mad, but thank you for listening, group of people who know exactly how I feel and can relate to me in every way because I'm surrounded by friends, thanks for listening to my horrible mage life. Now, I think I'll get some free food to eat and then go to sleep in my nice bed."
Hyperbole but yea u get it
No amount of 'warm beds, education, good food' can make up for:
- Alistair: So you... mentioned you had a son? What happened to him?
- Wynne: I honestly don't know, Alistair. He was... taken from me. Such births are seldom, as there are ways to prevent it, but it does happen. And any child born to a Circle mage belongs to the Chantry.
- Alistair: I... didn't know. I'm sorry.
- Wynne: It's all right. It was a long time ago. A very long time ago.
- Alistair: Couldn't you do something about it?
- Wynne: Do what? I was weak from the birthing process and there were... no, there was nothing I could do.
- Alistair: Do you think about him?
- Wynne: All the time.
And this is Wynne, who had it about as good as a Circle mage can.
And even she wasn't trusted. Or did you forget that in DAO the only way to get Greagoir to stop the Right of Annulment was to find Irving alive. He wouldn't trust a single other mage's word that they weren't possessed.
Oh yeah, life was great in the tower - provided you didn't actually want a life.